I was sat at the island counter in Ryan's mini-mansion. Mel and I had moved in with him after the engagement. She wasn't too happy about at first, but then she saw the house-if that's what you can call it. The place was massive! It had four floors and a heap of unused rooms. Each was decorated with class and elegance, which had really stunned me at first. It was the total opposite of what you would expect Ryan's house to be like. But I loved living there.
The previous night, Ryan had taken Mel to the premiere of 'Destiny'. They hadn't got back until one in the morning. But, even though she was totally knocked out, Mel looked happy. I know it's a typical motherly thing to say, but I do like seeing my daughter happy. I always feel like she's never happy enough, but, since she met Ryan, it's like she's met her match. Pranks and jokes were fun before, but now it's even better because she had someone who supported them.
Ryan told me how much fun she had, had at the premiere and how everyone was complimenting her on her work. It was a pity I had to miss out on the excitement. I didn't want to go out when I looked like I had a beach ball stuffed up my dress; people would stare at me.
By the time Mel came trailing into the kitchen, still half-asleep, it was gone afternoon. She sat on the stool beside me and rested her head on my arm. She could barely keep her eyes open.
"Go back to bed, baby." I told her, running my fingers through her tangled hair.
"No." She protested. "I'm not-tired." A loud yawn broke up her sentence.
"Alright." I giggled, turning back to my newspaper.
The chef put a plate of pancakes in front of Mel, but she just stared at them for a few minutes. I was about to ask if something was wrong as it wasn't like her to pass up food, let alone pancakes. But I sat back and watched as she got out of her seat and walked over to the fridge. Mel pulled out a bottle of ketchup and a can of whipped cream before taking her seat on the stool. She opened up the bottle of ketchup and removed the lid off the whipped cream. I was looking at her puzzlement all over my face, though I knew exactly what she was about to do next. Mel started pouring the ketchup with one hand and squirting the cream with the other, drenching the pancakes with slimy liquids.
"That is so gross, Mel." Ryan commented, walking into the kitchen. He gave me a quick peck on the lips and we both turned back to face our daughter. Mel took her fork and stabbed the pancakes, shoveling them all into her mouth and then finding it hard to chew. She had a mixture of ketchup and cream running down her chin, but didn't seem to care. She just wiped it off with the back of her hand.
"I call it a Super Special Mel-a-cake." The eleven-year-old announced. I rolled my eyes at her and started to read the paper once again. I could see Ryan reading over my shoulder, his arms around my waist and his hands on the baby bump. He wouldn't admit it, but I knew he was excited for the babies to come. He always had his hands on my stomach when he got the chance. He loved feeling them kick and move around, on top of almost constantly staring at the sonogram pictures he kept in his wallet.
I smiled, letting my eyes scan over the page. I was about to turn over when the movie review section caught my eye. The first movie there was 'Destiny'.
"Do you wanna hear the review for Destiny?" I asked. Mel dropped her fork onto the plate and gave me a smug grin, her lips still drooling with ketchup and cream. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Last night's premiere of 'Destiny' was a huge hit. Young star Melissa Ross definitely put a lot of work into perfecting the mischievous and spoilt character of Destiny Harris. The on screen chemistry between her and her father, Ryan Ross, can simply not be written into words. The two mixed well together and seemed to complete the other. Megan Adams made another debut as the hated villain, Kristin Anderson, who kidnapped the young child of her former boyfriend, Michael Harris (Ryan Ross). Amanda McKenna, Ryan Ross’ fiancée, stepped in last moment to fill the role of Destiny's mother, Lydia Harris, and did an excellent job of it. 'Destiny' is the twelfth five star movies from big time movie director Jon Walker. Another golden performance."
"I WAS AMAZING!" Mel shouted out, jumping onto her stool and doing some sort of dance. I started laughing at her, loving seeing her so happy and joyful again.
"Don't laugh, Amanda, it'll only encourage her." Ryan warned me playfully, but I could see him fighting back the laughter too.
After the family had a very messy breakfast and a good review for 'Destiny', Amanda summoned her fiancée and daughter upstairs to one of the spare rooms. There, on the floor by her feet, were four cans of paint; two blue, two pink. It was very clear what she wanted done. Mel and Ryan had to paint the babies room, so that she-which meant Ryan-could start preparing the nursery for the twins.
"It's up to you how you want to work it, but those two walls will be pink and those two will be blue." Amanda told them, pointing out what she wanted and where she wanted it. "I'm going out with Hazel so we can pick up some more supplies." Because they didn't have enough already. "I'll be back in about two or so hours. Make sure you do a good job." Ryan gave her a soft peck on the lips, leaving Mel gagging behind her mother.
"Everything will be fine." He assured her, trying not to draw her attention towards they're daughter who was making a scene. "You just go have fun with Hazel." He said, giving her hand a squeeze, then pushing her out the door. "She has too much doubt in us."
But Mel was sprawled out on the floor.
By the time they had started and finished, things were looking better inside the room. It was painted just the way Amanda had ordered it to be, but Ryan and Mel were unrecognizable. They were covered from head to toe in a mix of paint that had mostly turned purple. In the small amount of time it had taken to paint the room, in typical Ryan and Mel fashion, they had also started up a paint war. It was a disaster.
"We are so dead." Ryan exclaimed, taking a look down at Mel.
"Don't give up on me!" She cried. "We still have fifteen minutes!" With that, Mel ran from the nursery and into her bedroom. She stripped out of her clothes and turned the shower up high, scrubbing at the paint covering her body.
When she stepped out, she grabbed her fluffy purpled PJ's and shoved them on without a second thought about it. Mel threw her clothes into the washing machine and started drying her hair. Ryan, who had caught on to what Mel was doing, was helplessly running around in a towel.
"She's in the driveway!" He called out as he zoomed past Mel in the kitchen, attempting to pull his pants up. Mel dropped the blow dryer and jumped on the sofa in the living room, turning on the Xbox and starting up a game for her and Ryan.
"Hello?" Amanda called out as she came into the house. "Have you two managed to not kill each other?" Ryan jumped onto the sofa beside Mel as Amanda shut the front door.
"Only in reality." Mel answered as her mother entered the living, "But I've killed Ryan's pathetic ass in this game so many times!" Ryan quickly threw his arm around her neck, throwing her face into his armpit.
"Did you have fun with Haze, Babe?" He innocently asked, not letting a struggling Mel out of his grip.
"Yeah." Amanda's tone was highly suspicious as she kept a close eye on the two of them. "Have you finished the nursery?" She asked, placing a few bags on the floor.
"Yes." Ryan answered, placing the game on pause on walking over to Amanda. Mel was gasping for air as her father let her go at last. Ryan wrapped his arms around Amanda and planted a passionate kiss on her lips.
When they broke apart, Amanda eyed up Ryan, watching him intently. She ran her hand through his still wet, shaggy hair.
"Why is your hair pink?"